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Xuanhuang Palace
Boom!
Rumble!
The Old Scholar Tree in Ziwei Palace dragged its heavy steps to the wall. It did not dare tear down the palace wall, instead hooking several thick branches over it and drawing its roots upward. Its massive body tilted slightly to the left, looking as though it were exerting itself with all its might.
Watching this, Zheng Qing suddenly felt deeply sorry.
Yet how could there be only one old tree he needed to feel sorry for?
He could calmly watch that old tree sway away into the depths of the Silent Forest, but no matter what, he could not serenely accept Poseidon, Zheng Su Yi Er San, or Little White Cat vanishing from his life.
But right now, aside from feeling sorry, he seemed to have no other choice—or rather, in some dark corner of his heart, he was also hoping he would never need to make a choice.
After reaching a certain point, the panic in the area did not continue to worsen.
Zheng Qing rubbed the Taiyi ring on his hand and withdrew his gaze from the Old Scholar Tree, which was gradually disappearing after climbing over the wall. Gathering his courage, he looked again at the two witches. For a few seconds, he truly wanted to summon Taiyi and use legendary power to skip over this awkward Timeline and head for a safer future.
Yet deceiving time would waste no more than his own life; deceiving his heart might waste more than one person's life.
"...What brings you here today?"
The wizard's voice seemed rather weak amid the indistinct rumbling beyond the wall. He noticed the two witches exchange a glance, as though communicating with their eyes.
That sent a thread of foreboding through his heart.
The "panic index," which had